5 AM
in the morning
rising before the Sun has risen
I still haven't comprehended
how you make me so awake
literally this time
Like a string trembling between Heaven and Earth
you keep trembling
with my perception of the world
'cus nothing was ever worthy of such early mornings
not even the travelling background stories
You should stop with bringing so much blessing into my life
'cus when you leave
I will be left
with no oxygen
to take another breath
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Expiration date 08/2018
PoetryI hate summers For their empty sense Yet You Made This one Pretty tense And as much as I love Autumn for it's vintage glory I kinda wish there was no end for this summer story
